The cold human skin covered his cheeks, and the strong herbal smell lingered in his nostrils. Shutu's rough and calloused fingers pressed lightly on the corners of Gu Heyan's temples and eyes. He closed his eyes and waited quietly, suddenly remembering his previous life. In the 20th year, the pomegranate flower suddenly saw spring in May, and on the day of Mu Zhiming's birthday, he sent a congratulatory gift to the Yan Guofu.
Gu Heyan knew that he liked ingenious things, and when he saw how happy he was playing with the dagger, he was secretly happy.
But in the next instant, Fu Yi strode from outside the door: "Li Zhu, you are here.
Mu Zhiming immediately looked up following the sound, and after meeting Fu Yi's eyes, he smiled brightly, and then never looked at the mandarin duck carrying the dagger again.
It was at that time that Gu Heyan realized that if one person already hides one person in his eyes, he can no longer tolerate other things.
About two hours later, the smell of the herbs gradually dissipated, and Gu Heyan heard the warlock say: "General, please open your eyes.
Gu Heyan opened his eyes and sat up, the warlock asked, "Is there any discomfort on your face
Seeing Gu Heyan shaking his head, the warlock brought a bronze mirror and handed it to Gu Heyan: "I have only seen two or three faces of King Su, and Yi Rong did not change his face, so he could only be similar to four or five points. A look."
Gu Heyan took the bronze mirror and looked at it. In the mirror was a face that was unfamiliar to him, but upon closer inspection, there was indeed a shadow of King Su.
"That's good, thank you. Gu Heyan also knows that it is impossible to go out with Fu Yi's face as an envoy to Gou Ji, and the similarity can be considered to satisfy his selfishness.
Half an hour later, Wen Heyin took the reins of the horse and sent Mu Zhiming to the sentry wooden watchtower in the Rongyan Army barracks. "Master, you must come back safely." Wen Heyin was reluctant to part and kept talking.
Mu Zhiming took the reins from his hand and said with a smile, "Okay.
One word made Wen Heyin relieved a lot.
Mu Zhiming said again: "Now the entourage of the temporary camp is handed over to you, everything is up to you, but you have to take care of it for me."
"Master, don't worry." Wen Heyin patted her chest, "By the way, didn't that general want to go with you? Why don't you see anyone
The voice just fell, and there was the sound of Dada's hooves in the distance. One person came on horseback with a luggage, and a few meters away, the horse jumped off the horse and led the reins towards the two.
Mu Zhiming looked at him up and down, only to feel that the face was both unfamiliar and familiar, but he couldn't say why it was familiar at once, but the moment he looked into the eyes of the man, the eyes of the ice and the river were deep. Seeing the tenderness of Juesheng Yangliu, Mu Zhiming shouted firmly, "Yeah." Gu Heyan nodded. .
Wen Heyin's mouth widened in shock: "Wow, this Yi Rong is so amazing, it doesn't look like it at all.
"I've long heard that there are people in Great Jin who have extraordinary skills in disguising. When I see them today, they are truly extraordinary." Mu Zhiming was full of admiration, "By the way, He Yan, you are still using the alias of "He Yi" before this trip. , okay?"
Gu Heyan: "Okay.
Mu Zhiming: "But there are people who want to say goodbye?"
Gu Heyan: "No, the brothers don't have to see them off."
"Okay." Mu Zhiming said with a smile, "Let's go then."
The two left the Rongyan Army barracks and did not go directly to Gouji to be stationed. The frontier army rushed to the land, but went all the way east, first to a small village hidden in the yellow sand in the old place. Mu Zhiming went to the loess house next to the old ancestral hall at the end of the village and met with Granny Feng. Hearing the purpose of Mu Zhiming's trip, Granny Feng stretched out her old and dry hand full of ravines, and untied the eighteen bracelets of blood beads on her wrist and handed it to Mu Zhiming. She said, "Son, take this with you, take that The camel bell, from the depths of the far desert, bring it back."
In the bright and clean inner room where the accessories of the two countries are mixed but not aware of the complexity, Mu Zhiming knelt on the ground and gave a big salute.
Farewell to Granny Feng, it was not early, and Da Mo was taboo to travel at night, so Mu Zhiming and Gu Heyan decided to stay for one night and then go north in the morning.
When it comes to accommodation, it is natural to live in the only inn in the village.
When the innkeeper saw Mu Zhiming, he immediately recognized him and greeted him enthusiastically, "Young Master, it's you!" "
"Boss, you still recognize me?!" Mu Zhiming was surprised and said with a smile, "It's amazing that you have such a good memory.
The innkeeper said proudly: "Everyone praises me so much! Young master, I'm not bragging to you, but I can remember everything within five years!" Joke: "Little Young Master, when you come this time, you won't recruit a bunch of Gouji soldiers to scare you?"
Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "No, no, don't worry, we didn't stay for long this time, we will leave early tomorrow.
"Is that so, huh?. The guy who was with you last time didn't come. This time it's a different person." The innkeeper's eyes fell on Gu Heyan.
Mu Zhiming smiled without explaining.
"It's the same room as before, okay?" the innkeeper asked, "One room with two beds.
Mu Zhiming: "Yes.
Since everything was the same as before, the two of them didn't need the innkeeper to lead the way and walked straight to the second floor.
Pushing open the door, the house was in a mess when I left, but now I come back, it's a different kind of clean, the first thing that catches my eye are two canopy beds with simple structures and no patterns, no different from those of the past.
Tomorrow morning, we have to hurry at dawn, and the journey is long, so it is very important to recuperate. The two of them understand this very well, and they have nothing to say.
Perhaps it was because of the uneasy feeling of being on an embassy in a foreign country, or because the wind and sand in the desert roared against the windows and disturbed the ears. In short, in the middle of the night, Mu Zhiming woke up from his sleep.
After waking up, he felt thirsty and uncomfortable in his throat, and desperately wanted to drink water, so he grabbed his clothes and got up. With the bright moonlight, Mu Zhiming could barely see the room. He looked towards the other bed and saw that Gu Heyan was breathing long and straight. deep sleep.
These days on the road, if there is a sleepover, Gu Heyan will be watching the bonfire at night. Although Mu Zhiming wants to guard each other with him, Gu Heyan will not wake him up every time the time comes. It is rare for Yan to have a peaceful rest, but now that he is sleeping peacefully, Mu Zhiming is relieved.
He walked to the square wooden table lightly, picked up the porcelain pot but found that the pot was empty, Mu Zhiming thought for a moment, quietly left the house and came to the well in the yard.
Although the night in the desert was cold, the wind was a lot lighter at the moment, so it was not unbearable. There was a lonely moon in the sky, and the yard was silent and no one. Mu Zhiming walked to the well and thought about how to fetch water.
As the saying goes, I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running. After thinking for a moment, Mu Zhiming picked up the hemp rope by the well to fix the small wooden barrel, held one end of the rope and threw the wooden barrel into it. Slowly lift the barrel up and place it by the well.
There was half a bucket of clean water in the wooden bucket, and the ripples reflected the moonlight. Mu Zhiming leaned over to take the water into his mouth, only to feel that the well water was so cold that his lips and teeth trembled. Mu Zhiming swallowed the water reluctantly and stood up straight. , Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to look and saw the innkeeper walking towards him. "Master, why don't you rest at night?" the innkeeper asked suspiciously. "I woke up at night and felt thirsty, so I came to fetch water." Mu Zhiming said, "Why haven't you slept, boss? "
The owner of the inn replied, "My son wakes up and screams cold, so I'll get him a quilt to put it on, but sir, can't you drink cold water? The well water you just pumped is so icy."
"Huh?" Mu Zhiming wondered, "Boss, why do you think I can't drink cold water?"
"Oh, I don't think so." The innkeeper said graciously.
He smiled and said, "It was said by the guy who lived here with you before. He borrowed the stove from me on the first day you came here, and then got up early every day to boil water. I asked curiously, and he said that your lungs are not healthy. It's so cold in the stomach that I can't drink cold water, I was surprised at that time, even in this girl's family, it's hard to have such a thoughtful person!"
Mu Zhiming stayed in place for a while before he said: ...... That's right
The boss smiled and said, "Young Master, then I'll go get the bed and quilt and go back. You should go and rest too."
Mu Zhiming: "Okay."
After saying goodbye to the innkeeper, Mu Zhiming walked to the room, his heavy heart weighed down his steps slowly, and every step he took, his heart dropped.
How could he have been slow to discover the deep affection behind that taciturn silence
In fact, everything has long been clear, and Mu Zhiming understood in an instant, and then he understood the pain of this lovesickness, day and night.
He was angry, angry that he was blind, and that the bright moon illuminated the ditch.
Gu Heyan has already complained about his long-cherished wish in plain red paper, but why did he close his eyes and not look at it, leaving only Suo and melancholy, lamenting for two generations.
When Mu Zhiming returned to the house, his heart was numb, and he couldn't be sleepy.
He walked to Gu Heyan's bedside, squatted down quietly, and looked at his sleeping face. He had already changed his face, but as long as he thought about it, Gu Heyan was just Gu Heyan.
"Did you like me in your previous life?" Mu Zhiming looked at him, his eyes flushed, and he whispered, "I finally know why you suddenly burst into tears when we met on the Naihe bridge. It doesn't hurt, really." But He Yan, why are you not only reluctant to tell me your feelings, but also always avoiding it, what are you worrying about? "
Mu Zhiming calmed down and began to think about this question, but he was still puzzled after thinking about it. After Yuehua disappeared, just when he was confused, Gu Heyan slowly opened his eyes.
Gu Heyan was clearly still half-awake and half-dream, with sleepy eyes, he wasn't even surprised to see Mu Zhiming squatting in front of his bed, he just stared blankly.
Mu Zhiming was rather embarrassed, and said softly, "He Yan."
As soon as Mu Zhiming called his name lightly, Gu Heyan suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulled him onto the bed and hugged him into his arms, leaning his head on his neck and shoulders dazedly rubbing against him.
The sudden action startled Mu Zhiming, but after regaining his senses, Mu Zhiming smiled and stretched out his arms around Gu Heyan, patting him on the back soothingly.
The two held each other like this for an unknown amount of time, Gu Heyan gradually became sober, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The person in his arms is warm and firm, where is it like an illusory dream
Cold sweat rushed up his back instantly, Gu Heyan was startled, he held Mu Zhiming's shoulder and pushed him away by one arm.
Gu Heyan's breathing was rapid. He didn't remember what happened in his sleep just now. He didn't know why he held Mu Zhiming in his arms. Could it be that he did something wrong when he was in a trance
"He Yan?" Mu Zhiming was puzzled and called him.
Gu Heyan said vaguely: "I'm sorry, I... I thought... I thought..."
Mu Zhiming smiled: "Do you think you are dreaming?"
Gu Heyan: ...Acknowledge.
Seeing his flustered expression, Mu Zhiming couldn't help but think of teasing. He bent his eyes and reached out to hook his chin, and said softly, "Yes, you are dreaming."
Gu Heyan: …
"I just don't know, it's Zhuang Zhou Mengdie." Mu Zhiming approached him, his voice was low and hoarse and his breathing was warm," it was Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of butterfly.
After all, Mu Zhiming kissed Gu Heyan.